Imagine your worst stomach flu ever.
Now imagine you have to walk 20 miles.
Then it starts to snow.
Minutes later you are in a desert.
Then ants crawl over you and sting every inch of your skin they can find.
Then you vomit.
Ice cold storm.
Vomit. You wonder how there’s still food inside?
You burn up.
You dry heave now, since there’s nothing left inside you.
More ants crawling and stinging, but this time, they are under your skin.
Dry heaves. One more retch and you feel as though your intestines will start spilling out from your mouth.
Cold as hell.
Piercing headache, like needles through your eyes and temples.
Hot as hell.
Every noise is like a loud crash.
More dry heaves, only spit and snot come out now.
You are as exhausted and uncomfortable as you have ever felt in your life.
Then imagine you’re on mile #2.
That’s chemotherapy (to a seven-year-old).